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The Obligatory Limericks Game Reincarnated
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And so it begins....
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But beneath she was dressed in f*ck all
The good folk of Shipston-on-Stour (Softers) I say, old chap. :-)
Shout "F'Tang!", every hour, on the hour
The bad folk, however
Whatever the weather
Shout "Arse" with a withering glower
As I staggered my way up the Kyber
[Oops, add aitches to taste]
(For I was a devoted imbiber)
I took a good swig (Darren) That's because Beeching shut the branch line. Bastard!
Of my syrup of fig
And OD'd on dietary fibre
I do like a bit of scatology
A component part of biology
Using mask and a glove
And a bit of a shove
You'll succeed if you know physiology
There once was a man who liked pork
He'd dig into chops with a fork
And swallow them whole
'Til such greed took its toll
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